Just a Young Girl
She's little, maybe six or eight
But her body is nine and her mind is twelve;
Her heart's a teen and her spirit is weighed
By the things inside that reside and delve
In the innermost pockets of her little heart.
But most of those are now worn at the seams.
She believes in angels in the light, in the dark,
Demons tearing away at her dreams.
She believes in fate
But her fate seems grim
She believes in faith
But there's none within.
She sees what she sees,
And this life is to blame.
She'll swallow the seas
Of her anguish the same
As her mother did when she was small and afraid.
Not another did take Mom away from the pain.
She knew a life that was tainted the same.
She knew a world that was riddled and aimed
At the same kinds of losses the same disappointments
To which there's no salve, no cream, and no ointment
Annoint me dear Father!
Heal the scars that won't fade!
Annoint us Lord, come! Take this precious young maid
And carry me home for I was a mistake.
I long to be home, I didn't ask to be made.
This road is too long and I'm not even Eight.
Don't make me wait or anticipate
The end of this road is 80 years too far.
I long for your love and this warmth of your world.
This Earth is too cold and I'm just a young girl.